Helloooo! Yes, I updated, GASP! Sorry if it fails. Expect more, okay? I kind of like this one.

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Guest(s): Hungary might like him, I don't know, I guess you'll find out! :3 What's an OTP? and your review was the one that made me update, actually :)

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Disclaimer: Cookies are food. My chickens don't lay eggs. I OWN CANADA! Just kidding, I can only dream of owning Canada. I don't own Hetalia.

"Canada!" I called excitedly. Canada turned and looked to see who had called his name and then recognized me, smiling at me.

"Hi, Hungary." Canada greeted me, walking towards me. That polar bear of his who never remembers his name was following him. What an odd bear. I moved my frying pan to my other hand and grinned at Canada.

"I've got an idea!"

Canada gave me a suspicious look, but consented to listening to my idea.

"This is your idea?" Canada asked, sounding like he was beginning to questioning my sanity. Austria probably would've insisted right away that it was a stupid idea and never have agreed to it. Canada though decided to consider it. Sort of. Whatever, close enough for me.

We were standing outside of Britain's home. Britain was known widely as a magician. My idea was that we ask him to cast a spell on Canada to make his voice louder! Then people will notice him for sure!

"Yep! Good idea, right?" I responded.

"Well, I don't know… but I suppose it's worth a shot." Canada's expression had changed from doubtful to slightly hopeful.

"That's the spirit!" I told him with an approving nod. I then knocked on the door to Britain's house. We waited quietly a few minutes before the door opened.

"Yes, Miss. Hungary, what do you want?" Britain asked.

"Do you have a spell that could make a person's voice louder, possibly?" I asked hopefully. Britain laughed.

"And why would you want a spell like that?" he asked. Britain suddenly noticed Canada, "Why do you have America with you?"

I glanced over at Canada who sighed and looked at his feet without correcting Britain.

"That's Canada, you idiot!" I corrected Britain, glaring at him and raising my frying pan threateningly. Britain held up his hands in an apologetic gesture.

"My apologies. Here, come inside. I'll get you some tea and see if I have a spell that can help." Britain said, stepping back from the doorway. I grabbed Canada by the wrist and pulled him inside with me, he followed quite hesitantly though. Well, as hesitantly as he could with me pulling him. Britain lead us to the living room, and Canada and I sat down next to each other on the couch.

Britain soon returned, carrying a tray with tea and scones on it. He set it down on the coffee table in front of us, and I picked up a cup and sipped from it. I almost gagged- Britain's cooking was horrible, even with simple tea. I had no idea how he could have messed something as simple as tea up, but I decided to say nothing, afterall, we needed his help. Canada had a seemingly harmless blueberry scone in his hand, but from the forced smile on his face, I could tell it was horrible as the tea.

"So, have you found a spell?" I asked Britain after taking another polite sip.

"Not yet, I'll go look for one right now. Shouldn't take me long." Britain informed me and left the room again. Canada was currently gagging on his second bite of scone. I started giggling, "His cooking really is horrible, isn't it?"

Canada nodded in agreement, setting the scone down and giving suspcious looks. I set my tea cup down as well and as I saw Canada reaching to grab a cup of tea I warned him, "The tea is just as bad." Canada made a face and pulled his hand back. I grinned at him and he gave me a slight smile back, still trying to get the taste of Britain's horrible scone out of his mouth.

Britain returned, and Canada and I turned to him expectantly.

"So, I believe I have found a spell that would work, but I'm not sure." Britain announced.

"Why might it not work?" Canada asked quietly.

"Well, there's a slight possibility that instead of making your voice louder, it would take it away completely, and there are some possible nasty side effects." Britain explained to Canada. I glanced at Canada who didn't like the sound of that. I turned back to Britain, "How likely is it that the spell will go right though, without any problems?"

Britain thought for second before replying, "87 percent out of 100 that it will go right." This seemed like good news, the spell would probably go right then! Britain and I both looked to Canada for his decision. Canada appeared to be thinking on it very hard. Then he looked over at me and seemed to decide.

"I guess I'll try the spell..." he decided softly. Britain nodded, "Okay. All you need to do is drink a potion. I'll go make it. There most likely wont be any noticeable affects until a day after you drink the potion." Canada nodded and Britain walked off. Canada looked over at me, and I saw he was scared, so I smiled reassuringly.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine, your voice will be louder and everyone will hear you!" I told him and he gave me a smile back, looking reassured at my words.

So, I'm really sorry for not updating for so long, I kind of gave up on writing for a bit. I gave up on Titles Are Overrated, so don't expect more from it. I hope you like this chapter, I decided that enough was enough and I should update this fanfic because I haven't ruined it yet and I think it's adorable.

Reviews make me write more. Seriously, they do. Don't expect another chapter without a review!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAPA FRANCE!